No Place Like Home
[Reposted; The Thinking Housewife, 2022] I ONCE interviewed a widow who lived on a traffic island. I was a newspaper reporter in New Jersey and did a feature story about her.
Her plight was comical and absurd, but also inspiring.
Over the years, commercial development had isolated her modest, Cape Cod-style house. Strip malls had sprung up around her and new lanes were added to the highway. A river of ferocious, non-stop traffic rushed past her house. She refused, however, to abandon the property.
So she lived on a median strip.
Northbound traffic passed her front door and southbound traffic passed her back door.
The interesting thing was that she continued to shower attention on her home, which included a few shade trees and a small garden. It could have been a cottage in the country overlooking hills and meadows for all the affection she expended on it. Geraniums and impatiens grew in the garden. Homemade curtains adorned the windows and an artificial floral wreath hung on the front door. Feminine knick knacks decorated the shelves.
Since then, I’ve seen other homes like hers, though not in as extreme a situation. They are islands of civility. They affirm the truism that you can truly make a home anywhere if you really want to, though it may cost you many compromises and much hard work.
Expensive homes sometimes are much less homey than these oases in forlorn neighborhoods. Those who bring life and modest beauty to a depressing area perform acts of charity as well as work for their own pleasure and comfort.
Most importantly, they are exercising the virtue of hope. (more…)





